Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Technova,
Pagans,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.